The Flirt by Booth Tarkington
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honeyed thoughtfulness:
"Ray Vilas." This was the shot that told. Cora sprang down from the table with an exclamation. Hedrick, subduing elation, added gently, in a mournful whisper: "_Poor_ old Dick Lindley!" His efforts to sting his sister were completely successful at last: Cora was visibly agitated, and appealed hotly to her mother. "Am I to bear this kind of thing all my life? Aren't you _ever_ going to punish his insolence?" "Hedrick, Hedrick!" said Mrs. Madison sadly. Cora turned to the girl by the window with a pathetic gesture. "Laura----" she said, and hesitated. Laura Madison looked up into her sister's troubled eyes. "I feel so morbid," said Cora, flushing a little and glancing away. "I wish----" She stopped. The silent Laura set aside her work, rose and went out of the room. Her cheeks, too, had reddened faintly, a circumstance sharply noted by the terrible boy. He sat where he was, asprawl, propped by his arms behind him, watching with acute concentration |
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